The Door to the Back Room

Every place has a back room. Every person too. The unkept comfort of a real life. Hidden and piled high with things stored and precious and messy. Where insiders make themselves at home. The front room is for company, purely for show. To draw them in, but not get comfortable just yet. Until you know, until you can be sure. The back room requires invitation. And casual dress. And RSVP of the heart.*********
Welcome to my back room.

It’s nothing against your hands,largeand firmand sureto move where I will them.Maybe,just maybe,it’s the way they ask under the covers.The way your touch does the talking,Fingertips begging for what you want.

No. Not that.Not even that.It’s your sigh.It’s that way youquiver and groan,and embarrass meinto ecstacy.